Throw Them 3's (bouston Ni****) Lyrics - Benzino

[Benzino] 

Benzino, unhh! 

Throw 'em up 

Up here in the 6-1-7 

Ray Benzino 

Yo, killa tactics 

[K.T.] 

Yo, why y'all niggaz wanna test me, I'm out your division 

I got more bars and hooks than Mike Tyson in prison 

Listen, you ain't gangsta, killa 

Shorty sure only boy you touched befo' is Vicks 44 

Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ 

Have niggaz face down on the floor like they doin the kick worm 

Think something sweet with me, try me 

And watch how fast I rash on niggaz like poison ivy 

Cats claim they got guns, they scared to dunk 

I thump on a nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk 

When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit 

I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast 

[Prince] 

These niggaz hatin my guts 'cause I'm raking in bucks 

Havin straight parties with nothin but bitches with C-cups 

Models with manicured hands, livin my feet up 

Yo, let's speed up, I leave the week later, traitor 

I gotta spray ya axe up crooked, I'm doin you a favor 

Look at you ain't a playa so, you'll hate on me later 

I decorate ya clothes, puttin holes through ya paper 

Reck those, respect the flows and catch kang-goes 

Professionals tell me I'm the next to blow 

Yeah pop, I already know, I'm just perfectin the flow 

I got bitches at my window, I get sex to go 

Even though I hate nosy hoes like I'ma go-star 

[Smoke] 

Niggaz ask me, Smoke why ya go so hard? 

I'm tryin to get sucked off in the Benz Coup Drop 

Tryin to have all my C'z niggaz shoot for the stars 

My nine stars spread bullets like grey poupon 

I'm tryin to ice on my wrist and on my arm 

With the high beam shit so frigid it won't visit 

Or put that nigga Jake up out of business 

You niggaz know fast life, niggaz blast nines and toss 'em in a bucket full of acid 

Now, if I don't leave a nigga and I see you cast up in the pod' 

To his motherfucking mouth he ain't gotta have asthma 

I hold down blocks like Mutombo, and check with the muzzle 

Got niggaz yellin "break!" runnin different ways 

Like them bitch-niggaz was comin out a 'hugem 

[Chorus: Benzino] 

My Boston niggaz wanna ride 

Mattapan niggaz gonna ride 

Roxbury niggaz wanna ride 

Do you wanna ride? 

Tell me, do you wanna ride? 

South End niggaz gonna ride (Throw 'em up) 

Hyde Park niggaz wanna ride (Hangmen 3!) 

JP niggaz gonna ride 

Do you wanna ride? (Un-hunh) 

Tell me, do you wanna ride? (What!) 

[Luv] 

The blazin spot is here, take a shot wit me 

I prefer the grey guch short a Hennesey 

My chicks pull out your door, go and buy the bar 

Tellin you don't even ride you got your own car 

My fellas, who ain't come through don't sweat us 

Some of ya girls is watchin and they probably get jealous 

We rock the club all out, rock the bra 

Comin through and throwin like Michael's glove 

I show ya love, only if ya down to get dirty 

My niggaz in the back, I don't think y'all heard me 

Bring ya ass in the front, get crunk and corrupt 

Grind up on a chick that you know you wanna fuck 

[Weirdo] 

I've been known the toughest nigga, my pockets a size bigga 

Inch taller, nigga, don't fuck with a true baller 

We so harda, how do you think, we in Impalla? 

We spendin on them drinkies, my remiss a bit louder 

Strong power, murder dungeons with promptness 

Fuckin wit doe and twist ya cock to ya casket 

Ya left on the scene, pockets ripped off ya jeans 

All crunked up and lunked up, my attitudes mean 

Ya know Minks wantin it, Franco Harris runnin it 

38 Mag, I thump on faggots comin wit 

My hands, they chop grands, pop cannons 

Sock drop dudes same spots that they standin 

[O.T.] 

It's that bastard child, small frame, heavy waist 

With that raspy crowd reck shop everyday 

Niggaz test the blaze, bullets move steady pace 

Gettin hot burns, still a few on your waist 

I got a fetish for cream mixed with ash and green 

Eyes blood shot red when I pop on the scene 

I got a few niggaz with me and they grills is mean 

Drunk pissy in the lobby, niggaz shout in the Beam (Hello!) 

Timbaland's be fitted, Jeeps that tinted 

On some 20's, like whoa, with the gleam all in it 

A nigga take it how they want it, son we in it to the finish 

Rob Low and 'Zino, niggaz ain't fuckin wit it 

[Chorus 4x]